I have relatively few spaces in which to be unconditionally myself. I have depression and anxiety problems and they've swallowed up the past six years of my life. My parents almost never talk about anything personal at all, and the subject gets changed quickly to politics. They seem utterly uncomprehending at the burden which they place on me by expecting me to find the "magic bullet" which will solve my personal problems and enable me to get on with the "normal" life they expect me to have.
They behave as if nothing has happened, nothing is happening, almost fossilized in a state of suspended animation, congratulating themselves that because they are both retired they do not face the problems of coming to terms with a society which they are deeply and profoundly hostile to. And in the absolute height of hypocrisy, then expect me to become a functioning member of the society they so utterly detest. My dad in particular sets the topic of conversation at the appropriate object of his outrage after reading the news or a book, and then sees to lecture me about how "wrong" things are. We go for long drives to get out of the house and he complains endlessly about how unreasonable everyone is.
Psychologists agree that it is extremely hard for people to spot abusive relationships because the person who is being abused has repressed their ability to feel anger and to defend themselves by defending reasonable boundaries and therefore to recognize that they are indeed being hurt. My relationship with my parents is not abusive in the obvious sense; but the way in which I am expected to self-censor almost any topic of consequences so that they can "keep the peace" means that I have habitually repressed thoughts and emotions for the duration of my childhood and thereby I am limited as a person and in terms of what I can do. As my parents are so utterly convinced of their apparent 'reasonableness' any attempt I make to change the nature of my relationship with them is treated as provocation. Whereas they feel free to be angry, I am expected to suck it up. So it is not entirely surprising therefore that I find this anger is directed against myself and that behind the depression and anxiety lurks the internalized self-destructive ethic of my parents.
My parents both consider themselves "socialists", but really they are fiercely conservative and their concern for others is instrumental in appeasing people so as to not to provoke their anger and a threat to the "system" itself with which they identify. "Good governance" is what my dad calls it. The same basic idea is at work in my house in so far I am "appeased" not fulfilled as a person.
The essence of my problems with my parents unstated concerns over my sexuality. I am bisexual and my greatest mistake in their eyes was to fall in love with a complete rogue. I'm not sure whether it was the drugs or the dreadlocks that gave it away. My parents preferred otherwise. Coming to terms with my sexuality has meant also coming to terms with the authoritarian, conservative or "sex-negative" nature of my relationship with my parents and more generally of society. Six years is a long time to be alone with your thoughts and I know myself better than the quiet, shy apologetic kid who craved the bad and corrupting influence of his friend to show him the meaning of love, life and freedom. He was straight before you ask, but that's another story.
There are good times with my parents, but these are 'good' only in so far as I do not challenge their authority to assert my freedom and whilst other people may have insisted I go out and get a job irrespective of the severity of my problems, they have allowed me to stay at home to recover. Slowly but surely, we are running out of topics to agree on. The irony of neglect is that it can both be the cause and provide the space to recover from mental problems. The issue is not one single event or trauma in my relationship with my parents but the de-humanising insanity of it's apparent "normality"; how when people reach a consensus that abuse is the natural state of affairs it is therefore their "moral" obligation to perpetuate it out of fear that those who suffer abuse may realize a capacity for revenge in the ensuring revolt as "reality" is exposed as an illusion.
Of course, the greatest revenge against those who do us harm is to show how utterly wrong they are; how pathetically they cling to their illusions lest they recognize their sense of inferiority before life, love and freedom that lurks beneath the surface. You will be free, happy, loved and loving and they will hate you for it because it only reminds them how little they are willing to do for themselves. There is nothing more satisfying or pitiful than proving the fundamental basis of a worldview upheld by someone who demeans you wrong and watch them live a lie.
In spite of depression, in spite of anxiety, I feel in the depths of my heart a great sense of love, warmth and optimism. Not the kind of naive wishful thinking, but one that is determined and convinced that I can improve upon my situation, even if I must daily go through the ritual of psychologically banging my head against the wall to discover the emptiness of the tyrannical "normality", my own anger and to then make a promise to myself to change my situation.
I wish i could say my life was more interesting. If I had my way, I would be the bad boy who guys wants to be friends with and girls wants to sleep with. it is important to cut through the ritualized displays of niceness and get to the essence of the matter; sex is the art of intimate conversation between our animal natures. our social nature is most honestly expressed in our sexual desire, so why hide it? The "bad guys" get further in this world not because they are bad but because they are truer to themselves. They are happier, more free, more fun and interesting to be around because they have grasped the complexity of the human animal, whilst rejecting the dehumanizing simplicity of the noble lie of "morality". It makes them more attractive too.
Life is short and morality is a lie told by hypocrites. Compromise and sacrifice are the ways in which we negotiate away our happiness in the belief that they are imposed upon us by a higher power. Man is the highest power and can therefore be challenged. life is best lived when we stop fearing our own power to create and enjoy being ourselves. My parents brought me up to be a "nice guy" in the name of being a functioning member of society. But I'd much rather be interesting.
They behave as if nothing has happened, nothing is happening, almost fossilized in a state of suspended animation, congratulating themselves that because they are both retired they do not face the problems of coming to terms with a society which they are deeply and profoundly hostile to. And in the absolute height of hypocrisy, then expect me to become a functioning member of the society they so utterly detest. My dad in particular sets the topic of conversation at the appropriate object of his outrage after reading the news or a book, and then sees to lecture me about how "wrong" things are. We go for long drives to get out of the house and he complains endlessly about how unreasonable everyone is.
Psychologists agree that it is extremely hard for people to spot abusive relationships because the person who is being abused has repressed their ability to feel anger and to defend themselves by defending reasonable boundaries and therefore to recognize that they are indeed being hurt. My relationship with my parents is not abusive in the obvious sense; but the way in which I am expected to self-censor almost any topic of consequences so that they can "keep the peace" means that I have habitually repressed thoughts and emotions for the duration of my childhood and thereby I am limited as a person and in terms of what I can do. As my parents are so utterly convinced of their apparent 'reasonableness' any attempt I make to change the nature of my relationship with them is treated as provocation. Whereas they feel free to be angry, I am expected to suck it up. So it is not entirely surprising therefore that I find this anger is directed against myself and that behind the depression and anxiety lurks the internalized self-destructive ethic of my parents.
My parents both consider themselves "socialists", but really they are fiercely conservative and their concern for others is instrumental in appeasing people so as to not to provoke their anger and a threat to the "system" itself with which they identify. "Good governance" is what my dad calls it. The same basic idea is at work in my house in so far I am "appeased" not fulfilled as a person.
The essence of my problems with my parents unstated concerns over my sexuality. I am bisexual and my greatest mistake in their eyes was to fall in love with a complete rogue. I'm not sure whether it was the drugs or the dreadlocks that gave it away. My parents preferred otherwise. Coming to terms with my sexuality has meant also coming to terms with the authoritarian, conservative or "sex-negative" nature of my relationship with my parents and more generally of society. Six years is a long time to be alone with your thoughts and I know myself better than the quiet, shy apologetic kid who craved the bad and corrupting influence of his friend to show him the meaning of love, life and freedom. He was straight before you ask, but that's another story.
There are good times with my parents, but these are 'good' only in so far as I do not challenge their authority to assert my freedom and whilst other people may have insisted I go out and get a job irrespective of the severity of my problems, they have allowed me to stay at home to recover. Slowly but surely, we are running out of topics to agree on. The irony of neglect is that it can both be the cause and provide the space to recover from mental problems. The issue is not one single event or trauma in my relationship with my parents but the de-humanising insanity of it's apparent "normality"; how when people reach a consensus that abuse is the natural state of affairs it is therefore their "moral" obligation to perpetuate it out of fear that those who suffer abuse may realize a capacity for revenge in the ensuring revolt as "reality" is exposed as an illusion.
Of course, the greatest revenge against those who do us harm is to show how utterly wrong they are; how pathetically they cling to their illusions lest they recognize their sense of inferiority before life, love and freedom that lurks beneath the surface. You will be free, happy, loved and loving and they will hate you for it because it only reminds them how little they are willing to do for themselves. There is nothing more satisfying or pitiful than proving the fundamental basis of a worldview upheld by someone who demeans you wrong and watch them live a lie.
In spite of depression, in spite of anxiety, I feel in the depths of my heart a great sense of love, warmth and optimism. Not the kind of naive wishful thinking, but one that is determined and convinced that I can improve upon my situation, even if I must daily go through the ritual of psychologically banging my head against the wall to discover the emptiness of the tyrannical "normality", my own anger and to then make a promise to myself to change my situation.
I wish i could say my life was more interesting. If I had my way, I would be the bad boy who guys wants to be friends with and girls wants to sleep with. it is important to cut through the ritualized displays of niceness and get to the essence of the matter; sex is the art of intimate conversation between our animal natures. our social nature is most honestly expressed in our sexual desire, so why hide it? The "bad guys" get further in this world not because they are bad but because they are truer to themselves. They are happier, more free, more fun and interesting to be around because they have grasped the complexity of the human animal, whilst rejecting the dehumanizing simplicity of the noble lie of "morality". It makes them more attractive too.
Life is short and morality is a lie told by hypocrites. Compromise and sacrifice are the ways in which we negotiate away our happiness in the belief that they are imposed upon us by a higher power. Man is the highest power and can therefore be challenged. life is best lived when we stop fearing our own power to create and enjoy being ourselves. My parents brought me up to be a "nice guy" in the name of being a functioning member of society. But I'd much rather be interesting.